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Dawn. The fog rolls in over the figure's feet, parting as he approaches the village. As he listens, he hears the chatter of humans.
The area is much more populated than the last time I visited here. No matter; nothing to worry about.
The man passes by a couple, and his heart warms. Ah, youth. What I would give to be young again. He chuckles and walks into the local bar. Waitresses and waiters walked around the busy tables. The man approaches the counter, signaling the bartender. "Bloody Mary, with extra...emphasis, my friend." The bartender nodded his understanding and prepared the drink. As he waits, the man feels a change in the air..
(Sorry if this is bad! It's been years since my last online RP so I'm seriously rusty!)

(Do you mind if I jump in?)

(Based on other ros ive read, one jumps in when given. Go right ahead lol.)

(Ok I was just asking so you didn't get angry or something. Lots of people will start an RP and forget to write [1x1] or whatever the case may be in the title.)

A girl no older than fifteen ran into the bar, tying a black apron around her middle as she approached the staff only door. Entering the kitchen, the girl clocked in and grabbed a notepad. She hurried out into the busy bar and approached the first table she came too, which sat right next to the bar.

"Hello, I'm Jessebelle and I'll be your server today. Is there anything I can get you to drink." Her perky tone was obviously false, but it was overshadowed by the girl's oddly disturbing eye color. The right was a golden forest green, and the left was a deep sea blue. They had always disturbed people, especially when she glared at you. Taking the man's order, Jessebelle turned to go get his drink when she felt a shiver down her spine.

The man notices the waitress staring at him and cocks his head in questioning. Ignoring her, he returns to his drink, slightly exerting a wave of power into the air.
(It is fine. Though I will remember to add Open or 1x1 from now on.)

Shaking her head, Jessebelle got the man's drink and brought it out. When she came out of the kitchen again she felt a weirder sensation, it was like the air around her was pressurized. It was what she imagined power to feel like. Looking around, Jessebelle tried to place the source of the power but to no avail. Determined it was just her imagination playing tricks on her, Jessebelle continued to serve drinks.

She was on her fourth trip out of the kitchen when a man pushed past her to get to the bathrooms, causing her to lose her balance. Dropping one of the drinks she had been holding, Jessebelle managed not to fall onto her face. So caught up in not falling onto her face, Jessbelle forgot all about the man sitting at the bar until she accidently fell onto him and panicked. The lights flickered a bit in the bar as Jessebelle tried to untangle herself from the man she had fell on, which made her even more embarrassed than she already had been.

Slightly annoyed, the man chuckles and secretly stops the flickering ljghts. "Be careful. Tripping in a place like this may get your manager angered should you spill any more drinks." *helps the girl up* "There. What's your name, girl?"

Castiel strolled into the bar, a toothpick sticking out of his mouth. He took in the smell of grease, burgers and alcohol, a wide smile as he sat down at a table.

He made no attempt to hide his power, in fact, he wanted someone to pick it up, a challenger... A victim... The idea of battle and war... somewhat excited him, bringing out the best of him.

He called over the waitress, glancing at his watch as she took his order. "a beer, cheers doll" he tossed his feet onto the table when she walked away, he rested his arms behind his head "3...2..."

BOOM

Rubble and cars flew across the bar windows, the floor shook as a cloud of thick dust swept past.

Before he could acknowledge the girl, the man saw the wake of a blast attack behind the bar. Scanning the area, he saw a lone figure at one of the tables. Instantly sensing power, he smirked and chuckled. "A Nogitsune. Why would such a lower tier come here? Hm. Maybe he'll go away if he's ignored, seeing as they enjoy their pride." Using his own power, the man blocks the image from the mortal minds, knowing that the girl that had fallen on him was of hellish nature...
"Now. Let us see what transpires."

Jessebelle was about to tell the man her name when a man walked into the bar, followed closely by a deafening explosion. Ducking behind the bar, the girl clutched her ears to help lessen the noise. After a couple seconds Jessebelle peaked over the bar to see all the people in the room were oblivious to the outside commotion, all but her, the man sitting at the bar, and the man that had just walked in before the explosion.

"Who the heck are you guys?" She whispered loud enough for them to hear, but not loud enough for it to attract the attention of the rest of the bar.

"You need not to whisper." The man used telepathy to project his voice into the girl's mind. "You need not also to hide yourself... Belle Ann Marie Piper." Causing the mortals to go into a dreamlike trance, the man teleported them away into their homes and induced them to sleep. After that, a dark flame erupted around himself, materializing into armor. "The creature you see over there is a man possessed by a Nogitsune, a type of dark Kitsune spirit that feed off of fear, pain, and misery. They also have a lot of pride. And they hate to be insulted." The man smiled. "Before anything happens, let me introduce myself. I am Asmoday." He turned and gave her a quick bow.

Castiel smiled at the man's attempt to clock the people around him from the disaster outside "I'm like nothing you've ever seen before ... " Castiel smiled, tearing down the cloak he put up to protect these people "fear the void" he smiled, looking at them as the people in the bar stood up in shock. Their gazes upon the body parts and charred corpses littering the street.

"Oh...Oh my god..." A lady said trying to breath. Castiel felt the surge of energy seep onto his core, feeling the power in his bones "no possession here" castiel stood and brushed his clothes, running a hand through his hair to move his bangs from his eyes "I'm the real deal, my human form in all its glory" he gave them a sadistic "let me introduce myself asmo-douche, name's Castiel but you can call me 'oh lord' "

Unfazed, Asmoday rolled his eyes. "Nogitsune are famous in Hell for their mastery over fear. They are also famous for their stupidity, especially when insulted." Asmoday crossed his arms. "Your energy is nothing compared to mine. I know this for a fact because I am assessing your strength right now. Nothing I haven't dealt with before. I deal with mortals AND supernaturals with your attitude every day. If this is your human form, then you are simply a higher Nogitsune. You obviously do not know who I am. But I know what there is to know about the Nogitsune; Because I command a legion of them." Asmoday smiled. "I am the Lord here. Not you."

"oh no, not my lord, in fact, I ain't got one" Castiel laughed "you're assessing me?" he asked pulling a cigarette from his black blazers inner pocket. He twiddled the fag in his fingers before grabbing the butt of the cigarette and pressing the tip of it against the back of his hand, the cigarette lit with just mere contact with his skin "lass" castiel spoke directly at the girl "asmo-dumbass over here thinks he's asmo-badass" he put the cigarette in his mouth and took a drag "if hell hath no fury like a woman scorn, then, there's really not much to fear, right? what I gotta worry about from a boy raised in a religious oven?..." He took another drag, folding his free arm across his chest. He flicked the butt of his cigarette with his thumb and watched the ash fall to the floor.

"those aren't nogitsune, we don't worship no bushbaby born in an oven. Every few centuries there comes a nogitsune born from the Void. The embodiment of the void itself" he put the fag in his mouth to free up his hands, a small ripple in time and space encircled his right arm as he reached into it. His arm dissapeared into it as he grabbed his claymore. He pulled out the large sword from seemingly nothingness and held the large blade like it weighed the equivalent of a featheR. He pierced the floor with the end of his claymore and leaned onto of the hilt, letting out smoke from the corner of his mouth as he smoked "trust me, you haven't met anything like me"

Asmoday uncrossed his arms. "So you're the suppossed Voidling Nogitsune? How interesting. I've never really met anyone close to being a worthy opponent." Slowly spreading his arms, Asmoday opened a portal to Heaven and pulled out Artamiel, the Sword of Light. "You should know that I treat the Void like my regular plaything now and then. While I may not have met a Void Nogitsune in the past few centuries, if you're simply the embodiment of the Void, what should I fear? And you think I'M the dumbass. However..." Asmoday smiled a wide grin. "Voidlings are ALWAYS fun to fight." Asmosay raised his blade at Castiel. "So let's see what you've got, Voidwalker."
As he says this, meanwhile, in the final level of Hell, Lucifer watches the Prince...

I grit my teeth and let out a raspy cough from between my lips, laying face first in the aftermath of the explosion. What the hell was that?! A suicide bomber or plastic explosive perhaps?

Forcing my muscles I slowly crawl up out of some of the rubble, my ears still ringing like a never-ending dog whistle. I try to look around to see what is going on, my vibrant pink eyes watering from the dust and grit in them. I squint to see two figures in the middle of the room, drawing swords... And the absolute carnage that lays around them...

What was that he said? Voidling?! It can't be... I continue to drag myself out of the rubble. A young human woman with a blonde fringe and striking pink eyes.

Castiel and Asmodey clashed swords, Castiel used the weight Asmodey put into a swing of his sword and tilted his own sword so that the blade easily grinded off him, causing Asmodey to lose balance. Castiel tackled the supposed son of Lucifer through the front of the bar. Both of them exchanged swings, a flurry of blades clashing, sparks flying in all directions.

"you, son of Lucifer, cannot do SHIT, to the void" a black aura coming from him as he positioned for attack. In a flash, leaving faint black smoke in his wake, he appeared in front of Asmodey with his claymore raised. The swords clashed and they broke off once more "when the universe is no more, what is left? Nothing! That's the void. When hell is no longer, what is left?!" The veins in his neck and forehead were popping as he spoke "NOTHING IS LEFT, THAT'S THE VOID" he once again attacked but this time he thrusted his blade at Asmodey, a flurry of stings all locking blades with Asmoday "the void is nothingness, the void is Eternal darkness" he pulled back and put some distance between them "I'm not a voiding, the void is me, I am the void, i am eternal darkness" he watched Asmoday, waiting for him to make a move, the whites of his eyes turned pitch black and the irises turned blood red.

Asmoday smirked. "You are good, Voidwalker. I will give you that." He rested the sword on his shoulder. "None have matched my swordsmanship since I fought Michael." Asmoday closed his eyes. "I'd forgotten what this feeling felt like...the feeling of excitement...I can hardly contain myself." The area flashed, causing Castiel to blink, and Asmoday flashed in front of him, clashing swords. "You have so far been the only opponent worthy to be called my champion. Perhaps should this fight be called off eventually, we could be companions. We are not so different, you and I." Artamiel glowed and slashed at Castiel. Castiel met the blade with his claymore and an explosion deafened the area. "We are both creatures of darkness, Hell and Void. But I CONTROL darkness. I AM darkness, just like you." Asmoday spread his True Wings and leapt into the air, Castiel following behind. The air crackled with energy as the two exchanged blows, the ring of metal creating sonic booms throughout the atmosphere. Asmoday landed and retracted his wings, with Castiel landing opposite him. "The Void and Hell are not enemies. Why must we be enemies? We both enjoy fear. We both feed off of pain. We both are rulers of Darkness." Asmoday sheathed Artamiel. "You are an exceptional swordfighter, and an even better evil being. Must we continue fighting? Can we not continue on and see what is in store for this little...party here?" Asmoday motioned to the other supernaturals in the area. He then turned back to Castiel. "Or must we continue this silly contest?" He kept a hand on Artamiel and one hand free should Castiel have attacked.

Jeston came out of the men's bathroom,holding a bottle of beer, drunk out of his mind, "Wha- what the hell is going on here?" He said, before hiccuping,"Can't a man of my size get a beer, take a wiz without coming out to find...a battle fiesta going on?" He took a sip out of his drink before pulling a flintlock pistol from his pocket, "Now" he hiccuped again "Whose ass do I have to stick my gun into?" He waved the gun about, and almost tripped as he regained his balance.

Asmoday glanced at the man that was obviously drunk and paid no attention to him. "So, Voidwalker. What will it be? I'm curious to know." Yet he still kept his hand free and Artamiel's handle in his other.